Fantasy script: I am the villain of destiny

In the treasure hall, the holy king knelt down and held up the unmanned throne, only to see a seven- or eight-year-old boy clinging to a man's thigh and crying, looking extremely strange.

Ye Xuan understood what the boy meant, which meant that his luck was stronger than the average person, right?

It's just that Ye Xuan didn't take it too seriously. After all, he has a system, and it's normal for his luck to be stronger than the average person.

"Even if it is, it doesn't mean that I will be able to take you out."

"Betting on a worthless thing with one's life is only a fool to do it."

Ye Xuan raised his legs and was about to leave. Although the boy used his dark energy to be as heavy as a mountain, he was dragged a few steps by Ye Xuan.

"As long as you promise me, half of the treasures in the pagoda will be one-third of you!"

Ye Xuan was unmoved, still dragging the boy to continue walking.

The boy's voice sounded like a roar.

"half!"

Ye Xuan paused slightly, then raised his foot again, but before his foot fell, the boy's hysterical voice sounded.

"all!"

Ye Xuan turned around and crouched down as if changing his face, pulled the boy up, and said with a smile on his face.

"I think we can negotiate."

The boy looked sad and angry. If it weren't for the fact that there were no other candidates, he would have killed Ye Xuan now. He had never seen such a greedy person.

Although the boy couldn't go out, the treasures in this tower were collected by him through special methods over the years. Every treasure has his blood and sweat.

He originally thought that after going out one day, with these treasures, he would be able to be free and unrestrained outside, and maybe even learn to start a sect from the human race, and then collect food from the world for himself.

It's just that this good wish was abruptly extinguished before going out.

After the boy was downcast and sat back on the throne, Ye Xuan also sat down with a smile, staring at the boy as if looking at a baby.

The boy was horrified by Ye Xuan's eyes, and quickly said, "Don't look at me with that look."

Ye Xuan seemed to remember his gaffe and coughed twice.

"I don't seem to know your name yet."

The boy said lightly: "Holy Heaven"

Ye Xuan said, "Shengtian? Shengtian? What a big tone. If you say your name, you might get beaten up. It's no wonder you're being suppressed here."

"Since you found me, it means you have a plan."

"tell me the story?"

Shengtian hesitated, stretched out his palm and waved, and there was an illusion of a nine-layered pagoda standing in the air.

Apparently this was the town santa they were staying in.

"You must have already noticed that this town's holy tower is on the ground floor for a day, so this thing is extremely heavy, except for the weird old blind man, even the powerhouse of the ninth level of the Martial Realm is difficult to move."

"And this town's holy pagoda has been gone for many years. It is often hidden in the mountains and seas of clouds and mist, deliberately avoiding the crowded places, and ordinary people can't come across it at all."

"So there are very few people who have broken in by mistake over the years."

"And even if you can break in, it will be easily obliterated by the taboo left by the old blind man."

Ye Xuan frowned and said suspiciously: "But when we met this tower, we saw it suspended on the lake, and besides the inexplicable coercion after entering, it was the tests you fiddled with."

"I haven't encountered any serious taboos."

Shengtian said word by word: "That means that there is a problem with that old blind man."

Ye Xuan frowned in thought, "Something went wrong?"

Shengtian nodded, gritted his teeth and said, "Every once in a while, this old blind man will come to this tower from time to time to wander around and show off his might in front of the young master. It's been a long time since I saw him."

"This old blind man, I don't know if he was too lowly and was punished by God, so he was blind, he really deserved it."

Ye Xuan said lightly: "For an existence of this level, it no longer makes sense to punish him."

"But none of what you said can confirm that something is wrong with the old blind man. If he suddenly appeared when I was trying to take you away, then everything would be over."

"So I wouldn't take a risk without a solid basis."

Shengtian slowly got up from the throne, looked at the mural of the fish in the river, and said softly.

"You should remember that I told you that when this old blind man appeared, the luck of the saints increased a lot, but three hundred years ago, I suddenly discovered that the luck of the saints suddenly dropped a lot, and even Far better than before the old blind man appeared."

"In addition to the abnormality of the Zhensheng Tower, I can be sure that this old blind man may have a problem that he can't even take care of himself!"

"Otherwise, sir, I wouldn't take this risk."

Ye Xuan silently stared at the Zhensheng Tower suspended in the air.

"You keep talking."

Shengtian lifted his feet off the ground and slowly floated into the air, staring at the illusion of the town's holy tower.

"With the flesh and blood of the saints as the wall and the soul as the cage, a nine-story tower is formed."

"But what really makes it difficult for me to step out of the town hall is the real name that exists here."

Ye Xuan frowned and asked suspiciously, "Real name?"

Shengtian nodded, "Every powerful saint has its own real name, and the real name can be regarded as everything of the saint, so for any saint, the real name is a secret that must not be revealed to others."

"However, in order to suppress me, this old blind man has collected hundreds of real names, and used the power of the real name of the saint to limit the freedom of my saint's luck. It's ridiculous."

Shengtian pointed to the holy king who was carrying the throne, "Just like this Snow Tiger clan, his real name is just a domain character."

The originally dead Snow Tiger Holy King actually trembled, so much so that the throne he was carrying also shook.

A frown appeared on Shengtian's tender cheeks, and a faint blue sword appeared in his hand, slashing towards the Xuehu Holy King fiercely.

This Snow Tiger Saint King of the seventh level of the Martial Realm instantly opened its skin and its flesh was deep, and the bones were visible, but it still did not dare to move, allowing the blood to flow dripping.

Shengtian said lightly.

"Mastering the real names of the saints is equivalent to mastering their handles."

Ye Xuan's fingers flicked rhythmically on the back of the other hand, his face thoughtful.

He really seldom heard about the real name of the saints. Obviously, even the human race seldom had similar information, which was enough to show that the saints valued their real names.

"What do you want me to do?"

Shengtian slowly leaned forward and said word by word: "I want you to take away these more than 300 real names from this tower!"

"But the power contained in each real name is no trivial matter, no less than the deity facing them. Maybe the old blind man knows the way to drive the real name, but it is obviously impossible for you, the human race, to master it."